Casablanca

She poured Barolo on my canvas
Her porcelain limbs and eyes of William’s clay
She toys up with her inherited mahogany piano
Playing notes that Bach perhaps forgot to play
Jewels in her necklace pierce as she leans over me
She wipes my blood with her scarf and kisses my lips
I slip my restraint in her sudden embrace
Re-securing Casablanca in my fingertips
Camouflage of felony she utters, chants of unblessed
Call leeches and thousand fleas from woods in bile
She conspires Jerusalem’s air, corrupts the pagan sun
Her saliva dilutes my tongue in river Nile
Sold to voyagers, she spreads her carnal wing
Pre-conceived alters of Baptist souls
Stabbing possible conclusions at her rosy feet
Murmuring of spirits of slaughtered ghouls
Dew drops from her hazel brown eye
Drastically carve my flesh from thinning bone
In a hostile state I seemingly fanaticise
Of her prophecies that kiss away my mourn